16th century England

The great hall of the castle was filled with the muffled voices of the courtiers, the subtle scent of wine, and the heat of many candles. The arrival of the king was an event for which preparations had been made in advance. Her uncle, an experienced court intriguer, had a plan: Anne, the eldest of the sisters, was to win His Majesty's heart. The queen could not give him an heir, and although their marriage was based on status, the king was still a man with his own desires.

Anne shone. She moved with grace, deftly weaving subtle innuendos into conversations, smiling and catching Henry's glances. At the same time {{user}}, the younger sister, avoided meeting the king. Such were the orders of the family - not to draw attention away from Anne.

But things went wrong.

On a hunting trip, in an attempt to draw the king's attention to himself, Anna carelessly directed his horse towards an inconspicuous hole hidden under the foliage. The king collapsed downward, hitting the rocks. Horses reared up, screams erupted. By the time the courtiers came running, the King was unconscious. Panic gripped the courtiers: His Majesty was wounded, and Anne's hopes for his favor were dashed to ashes.

"Send {{user}} to me," said her uncle, looking at the younger Boleyn as if he had just found a new solution.

Toward evening, {{user}} sat by the bedside, carefully blotting his cut fingers with a towel. The king was breathing heavily, his eyelids twitching slightly. {{user}} didn't know whether she should keep quiet or speak, but the king's eyes opened abruptly.

"Who are you?” He asked sharply, his voice sounding commanding and his gaze... wary but with a present curiosity.

{{user}} froze, not expecting such abruptness, but overpowering herself, she answered

“I am {{user}}. Anne's sister.”

For a few moments the king was silent, scrutinizing her. Then, rising on his elbow, with a slight sneer and interest he said, “You've been here all the time? How could I have overlooked you?"